الخميس، 6 يونيو 2019

3/6


Rage
A tsunami of sand, and
Wrath that does not
Sleep
Swallows bullets and
Spews the shells along
With every broken dirge
Forgive us, Lord, we
Can't find the newborn
Moon, and the earth is
Satiated with the blood
Of the doves
Blood too thick to
Merge with the waters
Blood too hot it stung
The Nile and made it
Weep
Blood that won't dry before
Dawn.



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  1. The newborn moon was never seen again, his father, an old crescent ,weeped
    with dim lights
    The Nile stood in denial
    The blood of treson
    Streaming on crimson cheeks
    The ashes reek of death and
    Dakrness fell upon the world

    We all thought the newborn moon
    died that night, but the bright
    visions of his light his freedom and his fight will remain changless
    in all these eyes

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